“But I’m very sleepy and very cold…”
“You can’t fall asleep, is that clear?” his father ordered.
“Then will you sing me a song?”
Alexander fell silent for a moment and smiled a little, his enormous fangs barely visible. He tilted his head in a condescending gesture and brushed my cheek with the icy tip of one of his ears.
“… the only child on earth who instead of falling asleep to a song stays awake until the end and asks for another, and another…” he murmured, and sighed deeply. “Deal. How about the one from TV? The one from that cartoon you like so much, the one with the two alchemist brothers, remember, Andre?”
“Bratiya?”
“That’s the one. Bratiya. Brothers.”
“You looked up the lyrics on Google so we could sing it together.”
Alexander chuckled softly, but it was a nervous laugh,
